Therapy - 1

Chapter 1 - Admission

MCC

The ad had been intriguing - "Fantasy Medical Hospital - Real Hospital, Real Doctors, Real Nurses, Real Procedures". I'd always been fascinated by recreational orthopedics, and had wanted to "live out" treatment for something, without having to undergo the pain of actually breaking a bone or having surgery. I called the number, and made an appointment for an Entrance Interview. I was told to plan spending the entire day there.

I arrived at the address twenty minutes early, and was pleased to find it was indeed a real hospital. Built in the late 40's or early 50's, it was a small, single-floor building spread out on several acres of land. Trees, and a large hedge, hid most of it from view. Going in, I followed the signs to the Admission Office, where I was greeted by a pretty lady whose name tags said she was Lori. Her uniform, starched white and from the same era as the hospital, bespoke of professionalism and dedication to duty.

I was taken into an office where I was seated before a large walnut desk. Behind it was a matronly woman in her early 50's, who introduced herself as Doctor Mills. She asked me questions, such as why I was there, how had I come to know of the hospital, what I hoped to experience, and what my interests were. After about forty minutes of discussion, she summoned Nurse Lori and told her to take me into the Admissions Examination Room.

Out the door, down the hall (white linoleum floors, aqua green tiles halfway up the walls), and around a corner I was led, into a room which, at first glance, I first thought was for eye examinations. The room was dark, with a large chair in the middle of the room, much like a dentist's chair, facing a screen on one wall. Lots of electronic instruments on a cart beside the chair. A computer console on a desk next to the wall. Hoses and fittings at a counter behind the chair. Very impressive.

Lori explained that this room was used to test a gauge a person's reactions to various situations. I'd be sitting in the chair, and images would be shown on the screen in front of me, and my reaction would be measured and recorded. I asked how they would be measuring my reaction, and she turned to the cart and retrieved a device which looked like a section of vacuum cleaner hose with wires attached. The device, she explained, would be placed on my penis, and would measure increases and decreases in erection size. I must have looked shocked, because she added that I would not be exposed to any pain or discomfort. She then told me to remove all my clothing, and to sit in the chair.

Sheepishly, I did as I was told, not wanting to seem a wimp so early on. Once I was naked, I settled into the chair, which I discovered was covered in lamb's wool. Very soft, very comfy. Once I was settled in, Nurse Lori produced a pair of sheepskin-lined wrist restraints, and started to place them on my arms. As she did so, she explained that many men who underwent this had a tendency to unconsciously fondle themselves when they were shown something they found highly stimulating. The restraints were merely to prevent me from interfering with the device. A second set of similar restraints were placed on my ankles. Nurse Lori then walked behind the chair, and the next thing I knew, a nose mask, like the kinds dentists use, was being placed on my face. I looked up at the nurse, and she explained that men were usually very tense when they first came to the hospital, and that it was essential that the subject be relaxed during the Admissions Examination, to get readings which were the most accurate. Cool air emanated from the mask, with a sweet smell. In almost no time at all my fingers and toes started tingling.

Nurse Lori then proceeded to place the measuring device on my penis. Made of latex, it slipped over my member easily. Once in place, a slight humming was heard, and the device started shrinking to fit snugly on my penis. It stopped before it got tight. Wires and a couple of tubes led from the end of it to the computer console. Once it was fitted, Nurse Lori put a large, warm blanket over me, and then sat down at the computer console. The lights dimmed, and the show began.

I was shown lots of still images of people wearing casts, splints and braces, pictures of people in traction, in wheelchairs, or just in bed. Each image stayed on the screen for 15-20 seconds, then went on to the next. They were seemingly in no particular order, other than they all dealt with some aspects of orthopedics. After about 30 minutes, though, other medical images started being shown; catheters, oxygen masks, feeding tubes, enemas, tracheal tubes, bandages, sutures, injections, IV's, colonoscopies, tracheotomies, endoscopies, skeletal fixation (both internal and external), amputation, cystoscopies, etc. This went on for another 30 or 40 minutes, after which then screen went dark. Nurse Lori explained that the baseline data was being compiled now, and that while the computer was doing so, she wanted to show me some images that were sexual in nature, but not medically related. I then spent about 45 minutes seeing images of all kinds of sexual activity - straight sex, bi-sex, homosexual episodes, bondage, discipline, torture, all kinds of rubber and leather devices and equipment, corsetry, body piercing - like the medical images, things which I knew about, some things which I enjoyed seeing, and others which I didn't care for. When it was done, Nurse Lori explained that knowing what a patient displaced, as well as what they liked, was important to them providing a pleasant experience for their patients. Placing a heterosexual patient with homosexual staff would not endear them to their patients.

Apparently finished with the testing, Nurse Lori removed the device from my penis, then washed and dried it. However, she then turned the lights down again, and walked behind the chair. An added bonus of the examination, she whispered in my ear, and then a fur-covered blindfold was placed over my face. The smell of the gas at my nose got stronger, and my ears started ringing. The next thing I know, a fur-gloved hand grasped my penis and started stroking it. After a moment, a tongue started flicking over the head, and a moment after that my shaft was engulfed by a soft, wet mouth. The fur-gloved hand moved down to my scrotum, and began messaging my balls. My head swimming from the nitrous oxide, I found myself unable to hold back, and exploded in a spasmatic orgasm. The mouth never left, and as the intensity of the experience started to wane, I felt it sucking furiously, trying to remove every drop of fluid. Another moment and I passed out.

When I came to, I was still sitting in the chair, though I was completely dressed, and the lights were on brightly. Doctor Mills was at the computer, and apparently heard me stir, for she turned to me. They now had a complete profile on me, she explained, and a "regime of treatment" had been mapped out. This treatment would take three weeks, and afterwards I would be sent home in a Milwaukee brace. Seeing my surprised expression, she explained that it had been decided to treat me for spastic spinal pain, and that the end finding would be that I was suffering from kyphosis, a forward-bending of the spine. Because I was an adult, and my skeletal structure had matured, correction of the deformity was impossible without surgery, and so I would be given the brace to wear part-time to help control the pain. She explained that I would also be given prescription pain-killers and muscle-relaxers, and the appropriate paperwork to give to my employer to legitimize my on-going treatment. It would also provide the excuse for me to return for additional "treatments". She then asked when I could start, and I indicated that 3 days from then I would have several weeks' worth of vacation scheduled, and that I could come in then. The doctor seemed pleased, and explained that their testing had indicated I was primarily heterosexual, with a high degree of acceptance for female bisexuality, so I would be assigned to a staff a females for the duration of my visit. I asked for the details of my treatment, and was told that details are never given out in advance, other than what to expect once a patient has been discharged. I then asked if Nurse Lori was going to be part of the staff assigned to me, and for my question I got a cold, stern look.

What Nurse Lori had done to me, I was told, was not part of the intended Admissions Examination, and for her actions she was being punished. I was told this, Doctor Mills explained, to understand that discipline in the hospital was very strict, and maintained at all times. To make sure I understood, she led me out of the room, and down the hall. Entering another room, I saw Nurse Lori on a CircoElectric bed, completely naked. A halo was affixed to her shaved skull, attached to weights by ropes which would through pullies designed to maintain traction, no matter what position the bed had been rolled into. A tube exited her nose, and was connected to a bag of milky liquid on an IV stand. Another, larger tube entered her mouth, down her throat, and into her windpipe, and was attached to a respirator, rhythmically pumping air into and out of her lungs. Three more tubes disappeared into her crotch - the catheter was the only one whose purpose I knew. A harness, attached around her waist, was tied off at the bottom of the bed, and fixed the lower part of her body against the traction being exerted on the top of her spine. Large, heavy casts were on both her legs and arms, the latter completely encasing the hands, thumbs and fingers. I then looked at her eyes, and she was looking at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. I could only imagine what was going through her mind as another nurse stepped up to her bed and began patching her eyes.

Nurse Lori would undergo discipline for 4 weeks, Doctor Mills announced, loud enough for Lori to hear. After that, she'd undergo therapy until she had regained her strength, and her sense of discipline. I looked at the doctor, not quite believing what I was seeing, and she replied that this was Nurse Lori's forth transgression in the past year. She had been disciplined progressively harsher each time, but apparently wasn't learning her lesson. She hoped it would take this time, because the next transgression dictated that the nurse would be placed in a halo permanently, and be given a tracheotomy She hoped that Nurse Loris beautiful neck would not be marred so.

I was lead out of the room and to the front door. Doctor Mills shook my hand, and said she'd see me at seven o'clock on Friday morning. And I was told not to be late.